Well, Macbeth may think it's sleep, but not I.
Hello, dear reader. Thought it was about time for something substantive to appear in this space. And while "chelliswilson." is not a personal blog per se, I am still the person behind it. And this person's "personal" has been a tad chaotic of late. Upheaval has reined supreme. At such times, when all one's miseries are clamoring for center stage, whatever is done for pleasure (gasp!) is rendered frivolous and shunted down the "to-do" list. (Exhibit: this blog) Fortunately, before I devolved into a completely morose character, I reminded myself why I read beautiful blogs and devour glossy periodicals---
for the nourishment. And, suddenly, blogging didn't seem so trivial after all. If anything found here has bolstered up someone's dark day, reminded anyone why beauty was important, or given any beleaguered soul a sense of kinship, then that's more than enough reason to carry on.
And, so, I'd like to offer up a small sampling of the visual treats responsible for buoying up my little soul these days.
If I were to have an "architecture baby" with a certain west coast doppelganger,
this is what it would look like. Oh, and sexually speaking,
this may be the architecture equivalent of the best orgasm you ever had...
Perfect
chocolate. Earnest and true.
Miuccia.
These are a few of her favorite things.
A taste of spring.
English and
French. Oh, and by the way, Miss Meg (who is 13) wants every piece of Chanel Couture Spring 2011....except two. A small request, n'est-ce pas?
Imke surpasses herself. Jaw-dropping.
Mady Dooijes' infinitely inspiring tumblr,
abandunce.
Everything
Barbara Munsel.
Dateline "
Ducktrapia".
Perfectly lovely online shopping.
One.
Two.
Yumiko Sekine's sane and ordered world.
Included in an imaginary letter beginning "Dear Benefactor"....
Wit rendered in Limoges.....fantasy
baubles.....theatrical
knickers....extraordinary
flora.
And, last but not least, Rome. Photo courtesy of my traveling son.
And, of course,
you, dear reader. You bolster me most of all. Thank you.
